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Friday, October 3, 2008

poetry: [untitled]

Worthless. Useless. Penniless. Invisible and negligible.

See the world and come back with no story to tell; with no audience to tell it to.

Emptiness. Numbness. Anxiousness.

Keep telling yourself to keep trying and keep trying to tell yourself to keep trying and try but you can’t tell yourself to keep trying if you can’t try anymore. Why should you keep trying? Why? Remind yourself, rediscover for yourself, reacquaint yourself, possibly introduce yourself for the first time to a reason why.

Why reflect on your past and project your future to decide the present?

You are honest in your convictions. And you keep failing. Doors keep shutting. Why fucking why.

You have no one. You feel estranged from your family. You are separated from your friend. You are divorced from your past, looking towards the unknown, within the confines of an empty present.